Joyce, who opened the box, no longer doubted.

He saw a pair of miserable white fish eyes, very oozing, emitting a strange light, compared to the tube of red blood.

In addition to this, there was a note with completely unfamiliar handwriting on it: a pair of eyes of an adult manhal fish, thirty-five milliliters of blood from a sheep's horn black fish.

This is the recipe for knowing the audience.

Deterrence, or a kind reminder?

Before you know whether the other party is friend or foe, there will always be two diametrically opposed directions of understanding of a thing.

In addition, they both desperately need me to be extraordinary, whether they are friends or foes...... Thinking of this, Joyce suddenly realized that if he waited to get the formula of the "instigator" before buying it, would he also get the main potion ingredient so easily?

I feel like I've lost 100 million!

In many cases, there is such a thing as luck and fate, such as Miss Maid...... Joyce complicated and said:

"I now feel like you should go the 'monster' path."

Sophia was wondering why she was called to the laboratory, and when she heard this, she subconsciously recalled the occult knowledge she had gained in recent days:

"That way to control luck, why?"

Joyce looked up to the sky and sighed, "Because your luck is so good!" ”

"Come here."

Joyce waved her hand, and Miss Maid obediently walked up to him, saw the two materials on the test table, and said in surprise after two seconds:

"This is the main material of the audience potion!"

"Didn't you say that extraordinary materials are hard to come by?"

"That's why you say you're lucky."

Joyce's heart ached for another second, and soon returned to normal, and said solemnly:

"Get ready to join a brutal and extraordinary world."

On the experimental table, Joyce began to mix potions, distilled 80 milliliters of pure water, and successively added 5 drops of colchicum essence, 13 grams of oxtooth peony powder, and 7 petals of elf flowers.

These materials are very common, and some are even used as medicinal herbs, so they are easy to buy.

After adding all the auxiliary materials, the liquid in the beaker turns colored, and finally the eyes of the adult manhal fish, thirty-five milliliters of blood of the black fish of the sheep's horn are added.

The full "spectator" potion is silvery-white, viscous, and has the texture of mercury, constantly bubbling.

It seems like all potions will bubble after they are configured, what is that? The only regular event in the mysterious world?

Joyce was a little excited to successfully mix a potion by hand, and this feeling was like buying his beloved figure in his previous life.

"Remember how I taught you?"

Sophia nodded heavily: "Use meditation to control spiritual ......"

Then, she took the potion and drank it down.

From Joyce's point of view, it was clearly observed that Miss Maid first closed her brow, and then opened her eyes, and a faint golden color flashed in her pupils.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

Sophia quietly experienced the extraordinary power of the potion, which could help her stay refreshed at all times, and the whole world seemed to become clear before her eyes.

Joyce's appearance was reflected in the deep pupils, and now she could observe something different from usual, and Monsieur Baron seemed a little nervous, but also a little relieved, and finally showed a sense of satisfaction in the harvest.

With the help of the "audience" ability, Sophia found that she seemed to be able to accurately observe the hearts and emotions and thoughts of others.

Joyce noticed the state of Miss Maid, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she raised her hand to block her view:

"Try not to observe me, you can go and observe other people."

"The whole human world is the biggest stage, everyone plays their part in it, and although the 'audience' is not destined to be the protagonist, it will help you become the most popular one."

"The communication between people is the most important thing to observe, there is a ball tonight, you go with me to participate, with the help of the ability of the 'audience', help me find out something."

Sophia withdrew from the state of "audience", and the novelty had not subsided, and she happily agreed.

…………

Councillor North lived on Conston Street, closer to the Governor's House in Byam.

Riding in an elaborate four-wheeled carriage and following social etiquette, Joyce stepped on the ball and saw Councillor North and his wife approaching him from the front.

Councillor North looked to be in his fifties or sixties, but in fact he was only forty years old, and his wife was a mixed race of Rune and Rorsted, and her appearance and figure were well maintained.

Perhaps it is precisely because of his wife that Congressman North maintains such naïve political views.

Joyce stepped forward quickly and said:

"Mr. North, it's a pleasure to have you invite, and I'm sorry I'm a little late."

Then, taking the hand of North's wife, he kissed him falsely:

"Your splendor shines on the night."

Finally, he took a gift box from Sophia:

"This is a little gift I brought from the estate, please smile."

Councillor North took the gift box and said with a smile on his face:

"I hope tonight's dance party will bring you a good mood."

"That's exactly what I was looking forward to."

After exchanging compliments, Joyce entered the hall, where soothing piano music was playing, and all kinds of guests were talking in twos and threes, and he took a glass of red wine and looked at the crowd around him with a smile.

Councillor North had close ties to the Rorsted, so the ball invited a number of dark-skinned natives, mostly descendants of the original indigenous chiefs and princes, who now occupy middle management positions in the Rorsted.

For example, the chief of the Byam police station, he took the initiative to come up and chat with Joyce, and casually talked about a policeman named Dean and complimented him.

Joyce, of course, understood the tentative meaning of his words, and said half-truthfully:

"Young people cannot grow up without the encouragement and support of their elders, and I often recall many of my father's teachings to me."

The police chief hurriedly chimed in: "You have a point, I had the privilege of carrying out a mission under the leadership of Mr. William ten years ago, and I am still impressed......

Joyce listened to his suit boredly, and suddenly saw a familiar face, and withdrew, and said:

"Sorry, I saw a friend, I'm going to say hello."

The police chief had no choice but to get the answer he wanted, and he couldn't help but sigh: what kind of shit luck did this Dean go through to get into the eyes of a baron.

In a few words, Dean's future in the police department has become bright, this is the class distinction...... Joyce also sighed in her heart.

He didn't just talk about a reason to get out, but saw Charlie, who followed behind a middle-aged man in a military uniform in a regular manner, greeting others from time to time.

The middle-aged man is Charlie's father, a former rear admiral.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Planck." Joyce walked up to say hello.

"I'm glad you cheered up, too." Planck looked it up and down for a moment, and then said.

Joyce laughed to himself:

"It's the price of growth."

Planck clinked a glass with him and said to Charlie behind him:

"I see you're a little annoyed, so let's stop here today."

Charlie smiled and did not refute:

"Then I'm leaving."